Under a moonless sky, a dark, ominous figure cloaked in tattered black approached the secluded cottage. Snow whispered against the ground, blanketing the world in eerie silence. The figure's footsteps crunched rhythmically in the pristine snow, each step closer sending a chill through the air. Their cloak billowed, a shadowy wraith against the stark white, as they reached the door, their presence a foreboding silhouette in the night.
At the same time man stood with arguing on the phone in said cottage, his tan skin weathered by countless suns and harsh winds. His face, lined with the marks of endurance, spoke of a life lived in the open. He wore glasses, their lenses slightly scratched, perched on a strong, sun-browned nose. Behind them, keen eyes, a muddy brown, observed the world with a mix of intelligence and hard-earned wisdom. His hair, a tousled mop of dark waves, framed his angular face. He exuded a raw, unpolished strength, every inch of him speaking of resilience and a life spent conquering the wild.
"SIRIUS WOULD NEVER BETRAY US REMUS!"the man bellowed at the top of his lungs. Causing the small baby who was being cradled in it's mother arms to wail. Captivating green eyes stared at the man with diseproval."James.." giving her husband a look that most married men ,where all to scared to get from their wives.
"Sorry love" he utterd gently to her.The women as she left for other room as her husband continued to argue on the phone.The beautiful redhead with cascading auburn waves glows in the soft light as she ascends the stairs of her quaint cottage. Her stunning emerald green eyes, vibrant and clear, radiate warmth and tenderness as she gazes lovingly at the newborn cradled in her arms. The child, nestled snugly against her, stops it's wails, their tiny features softened in repose. The cottage, with its rustic charm and flower-laden window boxes, provides a picturesque backdrop, enhancing the serene and enchanting scene. Each step she takes exudes grace and maternal devotion, creating a moment of pure, timeless beauty.
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The figure from earlier halting at the threshold, its presence oppressive and unnerving. A gust of wind swept through, lifting the cloak's hood to reveal nothing but darkness beneath. As it raises a pale hand, the cottage's wooden door creaked open of its own accord. Inside, the dim firelight flickered, casting ghostly shadows that danced in fear. The temperature plummeted, frost creeping up the walls, as the figure glided inside. Its aura of dread permeated the room, suffocating and absolute, as if the very essence of night had entered.
"What th... LILY RUN!" the husband says pulling out a small red and white ball before putting himself in between his wife and the figure. Lily follows the command and runs up the stairs, baby harry wailing once again. " Drudigan go! He said as blue and while energy surged forming into a literary right in the entrance to the cottage. Releasing a draconic creature that's head reached the ceiling.
"This ends tonight VOLDEMORT GAUNT!"He roars grinding his teeth ready to fight for his life, refusing to die to this monster like his father had." It sure does..."as a red malicious energy coiled around Voldemort emanating out of his very shadow. Explosions are heard, name's of pokemon are called, and Lily's screaming echo's and then more fighting. And Harry is crying and then theirs one finale explosion. That destroys the cottage roof and shake's the very foundation of the small house.
And then their is no sound except a baby wailing is voice echoing across the night.